A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.
SON: ‘Daddy, may I ask you a question?’
DAD: ‘Yeah sure, what it is?’ replied the man.
SON: ‘Daddy, how much do you make an hour?’
DAD: ‘That’s none of your business. Why do you ask…
And it decreases by 1, from 3 digits, to 2, and finally to a single one.
What seemed like eternity, is coming to an end. Emotions come in episodes, some more intense than the others but always never failing to pass after awhile.
It’s a process, they all say. I don’t deny, but I think it’s something more than just a phase.
It’s like a checkpoint, somewhere in life you’ll look back and remember the kind of peace you’ve attained with yourself but can never relive. Somewhere in the future I’ll reach another checkpoint, probably with different people, in a different mould, with a different mindset. But like she said, I’ll strive to sustain the core of my being because that’s what that makes me hopeful at the very moment, from the start of time.
Bittersweet is the word.
Can’t string my thoughts together in a coherent manner but one thing for sure, I’ll miss everything at its current state more than I will know